Friday, August 28, 2009

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An evening to Genoa player


Italian football is sick, is the mirror of a corrupt country. There is a drain of talent (because your brain can not speak). The series A is no longer the most beautiful in the world championship. The same teams always win. There is a psychological subjection. It would take the field in slow motion. The national team players do not sing the national anthem. Journalists ruin the world of football. Prosecutors ruin the world of football. The ultras ruin the world of football. The card dei tifosi rovina il mondo del calcio.

Ma noi ce ne freghiamo.

Riparte la stagione e dopo l’indigestione di calciomercato siamo di nuovo qui in trepida attesa del campionato, degli anticipi, dei posticipi, delle coppe, della Gazzetta al Lunedì, del treno dei servizi e del processo di Biscardi.

Perchè?

Il calcio riempie i vuoti. Il calcio ci fa sopravvivere in azienda, il calcio unisce e divide prendendo a calci in culo l’organigramma aziendale.

E non si tratta solo di calcio: c’è il fantacalcio (Dio benedica chi lo ha inventato: possiamo parlarne in ufficio per diverse ora consecutivamente), ci sono le scommesse, gli sfottò, ecc ecc.

But it was not what I wanted to talk.

I was invited to see Genoa at home to Odense-polonegativo. I decided to accept because:
- he had invited me only because he was sure the next round (even if you never admit it)
- I knew that Genoa would go through (although I could not declare it) and then I would not be accused of bringing bad luck

In this logic-cabalistic conspiracy of silence we began to watch the game with a classic pizza and beer along with Jack (another huge Genoa player and fellow Fantasy).

I've seen a few games in the company of genoani so, since I'm nice, I would like to dispel the myth that they see frantic, superstitious, and with a persecution complex.

Here are the facts of the game:

- We cut the pizza in the kitchen, the living room comes the voice of the announcer describing the action of attack of the Genoa. Let's stop talking ... .. PULL OUT OF FIGUEROA! Jack: "Thank God you did not mark otherwise had to stay on this side to follow the game from the other room." I raise my head to stop smiling ... it was a joke.
- At the third stroke of the heel (wrong) to neo-Zapater polonegativo encourages the purchase ("I take the plane and come to menarti)
- After the momentary advantage dell'Odense tensions rise and the commentator (Andrea Agostinelli) says instead of Genoa Genoa for the thirtieth time. polonegativo: "ENOUGH! ENOUGH! YOU PAID FOR crap. " Jack does not move, "Look at him doing it on purpose, is a former doriano this one. (I do not know the faith of Agostinelli but he played one year in Genoa, without learning the name of his team apparently)
- Gol Genoa. Polonegativo: "Ooooo PORK XXX !!!!" runs out of the balcony" XXX PIG!! XXX PIG! "He returned with the breath," They're cheering even my neighbors. " The shocked look and he replies "I took a bit 'on the floor mystic-religious"

The game ends 1-1, Genoa passes. Sono contento perchè di tensione ne ho accumulata parecchia anche io e domani (in ufficio) ho qualcosa da scrivere sul blog!!!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

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Back from holiday



Quando sei in vacanza arriva finalmente un giorno in cui ti svegli e scopri che non stai più pensando all'ufficio. Un giorno in cui, finalmente, non visualizzi più la faccia da coglione del tuo capo, le psichedeliche luci al neon, la tua scrivania di compensato, le pareti squallide dell'ufficio... Un giorno in cui ti svegli ed hai dimenticato le cose in sospeso da fare, gli screzi con questo o quel collega, l'attanagliante senso di prigionia... Un giorno in cui ti senti, quasi in modo euforico, libero. Finalmente padrone delle tue azioni and you think, as so fearful, that you could really live a life like that. Doing what you want.
Well, that day is the day that you return to the office.
The holidays are over.
waiting for you, slave.
Welcome back.

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